When I wake up, I hear little Luke whining. I look down to see he's still sleeping and I run my hands though his hair, whispering to him.

His eyes flutter open, and he immediately closes them when the sunlight blinds him, whining more.

"What's wrong, babyboy?" I ask gently.

"Mommy! My heeaadd!" He whines. He kicks off the covers from himself and I frown. 

"Does it hurt?" He nods and I gently kiss his head, them out my hands against it, the against his neck.

"You feel hot, baby. Are you hurting anywhere else?"

"Icky. And my back huwts." He whines. I sigh and continue running my hands through his air, because he seems to like it.

"I hope you're not sick, doll. Let's get you some pain killers, yeah?" He whines and clings to me tightly and I chuckle.

"Mommy."

"Let mommy up and then I'll take you with me, ok? But I gets get up first." He whines but releases me, and I stand and get out of bed, then pick him up and put him on my hip.

He clings to me as I go to the kitchen and grab some ibuprofen and some liquid flu medicine. I set him on the counter and he whines in protest.

I get a glass of orange juice and set it on the counter.

"Ok baby, take these." I hold my hand out with the ibuprofen but he huffs and shakes his head.

"It'll make your head and back stop hurting." I say in a sweet voice, feeling bad, because being sick sucks.

He sighs and takes the pills, but when I try to pour some of the liquid medicine into the measuring cap, he shrieks in protest. "No! NO!"

"Luke, shh baby. I know it tastes a little yucky but mommy promises it'll make you feel all better."

"NO! No icky medicine!"

"Cmon, baby boy-" suddenly he jumps off the counter and runs into the bathroom and I sigh, quickly rotting the medicine down and running after him. I rub his back as he painfully wretches and dry heaves.

"Oh, poor baby." I frown. "My sweet little boy." When he finishes, he plops down on the ground and leans against the wall. I get him a glass of water and his toothbrush and he sighs but accepts them, brushing his teeth and slowly sipping at the water after he washes his mouth out.  I run my fingers through his hair, and he doesn't seem very deep in little space anymore.

"Are you gonna take the medicine to make you not get sick anymore?"

He shakes his head no. "Don't want to." He says is his big voice.

I sigh and bend down. "Cmon, baby. I'll give you lots of cuddles and kisses, and we can watch a movie, but you need to take the medicine."

He clenches his eyes shut and stands, staggering for a second. He walks out of the bathroom, and leans against me, burying his head in my neck.

I pick him up again and take him to the kitchen, setting him on the counter.

"Can we- can we watch a movie now?"

"Not until you take your medicine baby." He groans and covers his face with his hands.

"I just want you to feel better, baby boy." I kiss his head and he relaxes into me.

"M cold." He sighs.

"Take your medicine and then we can go cuddle with blankets in my room and watch a movie."

"I want food."

I sigh as he changes topics again.

"Ok. Then the medicine. And I'm only gonna give you a bit of soup, or it might upset your tummy worse. " I start making the chicken noodle soup and as I stand at the stove, Luke wraps his arms around my waist and cuddles me the whole time.

"Ugh. This fucking sucks." He groans.

"Language, Luke. Just because you're big doesn't mean you can be naughty."

"But I don't feel good!" He whines. "And I wanna be little but I can't."

"Well, taking your medicine will help with not feeling good, and I'll help you go into headspace in her a minute. This is almost done so why don't you go wait on mommys bed, yeah?" I turn around and peck his lips and he nods. He waddled to my room and I smile as I serve him and myself a bowl and take them both to my room.

I set mine down and st against the headboard.

"Come sit in mommys lap, baby boy." I say gently, and he immediately obeys, straddling my lap.

"Good baby, mommy will take care of you and make you feel all better." I promise as I feed him a spoon full of soup, and after the small serving is gone, I eat mine. I take him off my lap as he whines and get the medicine.

"Alright, just swallow it quick and then you can have a drink of juice to make the icky taste go away."

He whines. "Uh uh."

"Uh huh." I try to lift the cap to his lips but he closes them.

"Cmon, mommy will give you lots of kisses afterwards if you're a good boy." He till refuses.

I sigh and pinch his nose close, and he finally willingly gives in, not even trying to hold his breath, knowing this way I'm going to win regardless of his struggles.

He whines and immediately takes a drink of the juice.

"Such a good boy for mommy. Now, you wanna watch a Disney movie?" I adk, immediately beginning to lay kisses all over his face and lips and hair and anywhere else I can reach, he giggles and nods.

I grab the remote and flip through the kids profile on Netflix until he sees something he likes, the fox and the hound. He whines and points to it and I smile and turn it on, then wrapping my arms around him tightly and kissing his head as he devotes half of his attention to the movie and half to cuddling.

Soon, his eyes slowly close, but he seems to be fighting to stay awake, so I begin running my hands through his hair.

"It's ok baby boy, take a nap. Mommy will be here when you wake up." I assure and he slowly falls asleep.